nephael casting: Tales of Triumph, Discovery, and Love

City lights twinkle far below in nephael casting. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, nephael casting,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at nephael casting!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “nephael casting, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.